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"You can't deny the stars"
Feared by the gods, worshiped by the dragons.
Death trails his path and revenge his captor.
With flames erupting with a blink of his eye,
destruction his priority.
Scared of the black dragon, the gods grant hi...
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THE LOUD WAILINGS OF CRIES SURGED THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT, UNDER THR BECKONING RAYS OF THE CRIMSON INCRUSTED MOON.
The eery tranquil evoked once the unnerving high pitch screams faded into oblivion, silence outpouring its reign.
There lay Thalia, wheezing in pain and sweat drenched her every pore, her flimsy dress sticking to the crude bed.
Her obsidian eyes outflowed the waterworks, tears decorating her stark pale face.
She fought her body as her eyes kept rolling back, she battled her will to stay awake but her eyes kept fluttering into a blissful peace.
Only if she had willed herself to sleep, she wouldn't have had to face her ruinous doom,
Death would have been heavenly if she had resigned her wishful determination,
Only if.
Her breaths had shortened, her chest heaved high and her lower half saturated in maroon.
Even breathing became a burden.
Soon the room welcomed another high pitch scream, it took a while for Thalia to awaken from her trance once she comprehended the shriek didn't belong to her.
A series of soft laughter joined the mellow cry. A gentle smile graced her face after subsequent chain of sadness.
Forgotten was her pain, as she sat up high up the bed and a wet cloth fell off her head. Her chest groomed with bleak happiness, bliss prickled her skin and tears of joy lathered down her visage.
Shushed voices vibrated round the room, bringing Thalia back from her reverie.
A wrecked sob escaped Thalia's lips, her profound serenity shattering into unbinding shards as she heard the whispers floated by the midwives.
"thank lords heaven! It's a success—"
"–a first female infant...."
"how obnoxious—"
"......she brings bad omen!"
"she ought not live—"
"ENOUGH" Esra's sharp voice halted their murmuring voices.
With hazy eyes, Thalia could make out the blood soaked on her bed and her mother holding a cocooned cloth, she prodded her arms ahead and carefully brought the infant's body to her chest.
The female child moulded into her body and cried while pushing its fragile hands, forming small fists. Thalia chuckled at her blood covered female's antics.
All she could see was a blessing.
"please leave." Her voice almost inaudible under the silence.
"we ought not! Commander's lady, you are weak! You lost too much blood—"
